The Story of Us

Missing

Fluttering eyes, movement, a cold bed. "Baby?" Rings throughout the empty room, which fades into the silence. The led lights had now turned off, leaving Abigail alone in the dark room. There had been no snapchat notification, message, alarm, or noise that could've woken her up besides her own mental alarm.

The crack of thunder coming from outside startled her, forcing her to wake up and face the empty darkness. "Leo ?" She calls, a little louder. She turns over to face her phone, and recognizes the logo showing her phone as dead. She grabs her charger which had now fallen off of the side of her bed and had been laying on the messy floor.

As her phone began to charge, she started to lift herself off of the bed. Her feet hit the cold floor, and her stomach rumbling finally allowed her to realize that she hadn't eaten all day. After a quick bathroom break, she made her way to her kitchen. All of the lights in the house had been turned off, and only after opening the, now slightly less cold, fridge had she made the realization that the power had been forced off by the rumbling storm outside of her home. 'Where's my mom?' she began to ponder, getting cut off by a flash of lightning illuminating the deserted kitchen. Her dead phone laying on her bed, being plugged in to a dead electrical socket, suddenly had popped into her mind. "Fuck." She said aloud to herself, "Where's Leo?"

     She quickly pulled out a loaf of bread, peanut butter, and jelly and made herself a sandwich to help the pain in her stomach fade away. She ate, hungrily, and watched as the clock on her stove flashed with "5:34". She had slept through the beginning of the storm, and the darkness outside assured her that Leo had left and made it home before it became too dark.

With this reassurance, she laid herself on the couch and finished her sandwich, along with a bottle of water she had grabbed before she left the kitchen. With no electricity, there wasn't much she could do. She had work the next morning, so after finishing her sandwich she made her way back to her room.

     The darkness of the room was occasionally illuminated by the harsh lightning flashing through her window and shaking her old house. She laid in her bed and brought her blanket over her body. All she could do is sit and think, and oh, did she think. She had wracked her brain for answers on so many thoughts. 'Where is Leo?', 'Where is my mom?', 'Why hadn't Leo woken me up before he left?'. She eventually began to become worn out and tired, and even with hours of sleep in her body she couldn't keep herself awake.

Her eyes began to flutter shut again, and with her dead phone next to her, she allowed herself to fall back into sleep. She couldn't set an alarm for work tomorrow, so all she could do is wait and hope for someone to call and wake her up whenever her phone was charged in the morning.